I feel hollow and anchorless.
You speak gently.
Then your arms embrace me tightly
like I'm inside a jar of love,
lid sealed snugly.
Your warmth and strength flow through me,
filling my empty spaces
with aliveness.
I study the glow of your hiking tan.
The landscape of your natural muscles.
So soothingly familiar.
Hairs on your lower arms
scribble a love letter in a language
that bypasses words.
I’m overflowing and keep staring,
mesmerized.
